Lyrics:
like 3 something
Fuck these bitches by the 3 some
Holla at me if you need some yeah yeah yeah
16 diamonds on my wrist
Ain't nobody thought that I would
feet
Yeah, no safety on the mothafucka
Run in the bank like Jason in the mothafucka
Masked up!
I'm goin' thru it, dawg i'm goin' thru it
I'm goin' thru
did see a putty cat
Beep, beep, beep, that's my team and they got my back
Ooh, you thought you knew me
We goin' looney
Ooh, you thought you knew
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin
talkin we goin have to X'em out
But no ain't shit goin change
Cuz I'm just growin mature
Alotta shit that I done seen
Lotta shit I endured
These females be
family[00:39.11]Don't believe me, go check my charge history[00:42.19]We never catch defeat, like we ain't got no fetish[00:45.11]Always chasin' green, no Draymond, no
seein' me winnin', hurtin' to the core
Get active, yeah we at five to the floor
I ain't comin' home tonight, don't leave the light on
Ain't goin' for
a chance and a choice to[00:31.16]Keep Goin'[00:32.56]When the world tries to show us we can't make it[00:34.24]Keep Goin'[00:35.90]When you reach the goal
some bread
Ooh, that's lunch money, baby
Rich nigga screamin' out, "Fuck money, baby"
Like what money, baby?
Blood gang, baby, that's blood money,
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
been doing this since I was 16, yeah (yeah)
Looking around, I have a point to prove
And I won’t point to you coz I ain’t got enough fingers for that
I
try stealin' my style and that,
But they're pissed it ain't goin' down like that
My steeze is way too mad
Try stealin' My style, get my style right
ain't no right then ain't no wrong
Yeah girl I feel the way I've blown
I'm 'bout to speed this chemistry
We see the telegram goin' crazy
I tell the 'Gram
ones to the wall
Ain't no fun like a game of Hardball (Zane)
This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin' the pop
Keep pithcin' 'em,
on the street
Got that bugged out, smoked out, and drugged out flow
But yo, empty every slug out, yo' ass hit the floor, and yo
I can go like I'm gone, word is
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
Lord
When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
Me and my niggas feel love, we're goin' to walk
We're goin
that conference call goin' on
And, and then he'll see what it is
So boom
So that went down, right
Okay, then what happened was like
We linked up, we
divorce (talkin' divorce)
Said daddy was livin' by the fire, and he died by the torch (check, check)
I'm where the AKs is, we like the Bébé's Kids
Ain't
had too much of that corny yack
So watch where ya goin
And know where you at
Cause me and my goonz don't know you like that
Never been a sucka
goin' in
Better take cover I'm goin' in
Fuck all here we go again
Just when you thought that you seen it all
Like I'm out of nowhere and beating all
no trippin)[00:14.93]I can't sit by imma get to these riches ( imma get to these riches)[00:16.45]Shawty look so fine yea that booty I'm grippin (dat
Pokahontas
It ain't nothing to finnesse the plug
You know a young nigga like me ain't honest
You can ask Takeoff, Quavo
We been getting money since we was
the city of the gods near an island
Now l’shorty said I’m wavy got me feelin like poseidon
We goin
God mode, we goin God mode
As it above, so is below
We
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